Winter WhispersIced over buildings and meadow,Casting not light, but shadow,Sparkling in crystal clear,All in the northern hemisphere.Aurora dances with the moon,Sunset winks goodnight,Clear white is always a sight,All over the place, strewn.Threaded amongst branches,Holding ten pound weights of snowflakes,Falling on quick eyes and cattle ranchesOccasionaly, anyway, there is an ache.For winter-spring has fallen,And tiny white weeds bloom,Into a colorless thing, assume,Without pollen.Crisp in sparkle air,Twirl around your finger, there,The feeling of winter's whisperings in your ears,Of all the enchantments that come with running without fears.
IcedDriftAnd believe in nothingThat way you'll be freeAnd end this spreadOf abysmal false diseaseFilled with a strain of sadnessThat envelops meLike winter's cold and friendly embraceOf snowflakes.
CrowsTwirling,Fine as wind itself,I found that ravens,Are different than crows,Only by size,As they line themselves up on electrical poles.Caw, caw,Listen to their choices,Cold in their feathers,And morning in their voices.Black as night,Even in winter,Ravens leave,Crows come and go,Throwing off feathery rainbows,Snowflakes surroundTheir black like a disease.Caw, caw,Listen to their choices,Cold in their feathers,And winter in their voices.Stars shimmer,Against their tightened gleaming eyes,Shiny black, darkness like light,Cracked against the morning sun,They dwell at dusk,And hide in sunrise, out of sightOf wandering eyes.Caw, caw,Listen to their choices,Cold in their feathers,And night in their voices.Raspy sound livens,The crisp winter sunrise,Heading towards their favorite trees,To nest and breathe,To talk and seethe,At the coming afternoon.Caw, caw,Listen to their choices,Cold in their feathers,And life in their voices.
FallenI'm tumbling;I've tripped and fallen,Rocking down the cliffs,Ocean below, screaming die!Lightning strikes in symphony.I wish I could say you were hanging on with me,But you're at the cliff tops dancing,Reveling in the storm that just might killThis little soul on the cliff side.
NightmaresIt seems like Hell's stepped upon my door,In place of the winter cold,Because this time, it's like fire,Filled with agonizing desire to hate.A living nightmare. Pain swept me up so fast I gasped,Breathing I waited for the storm to pass,I wish it would just leave me alone,But everyone seems to know I'm here.I've become hyper aware. Look in my eyes, afraid to move,Seeing the anger there,But there's so much pain,Hidden behind curtains of fear.A crippled layer of affairs. I twist and shake,With these pleas for someone to rescue me,Active but not awake,My tears made my eyes clear.Someone lend me an overused prayer.
Breathe in snowless airHappiness blooms in the air,Yet still the sky is full of despair,I can see it shining in the moonAnd the stars.Listen as the crickets chirp,Winter's taken over,The way that summer used to be,All the time this happened to me.Bones are falling on the ground,And there are whispers of the soulless all around,Only I seem to see them,And you can hear their chatter still.I wish I could have a little bit of that autumn chill,Or maybe a spring's little bloom of warmthI just want to feel something else,Other then the relentless coldness spills.It's snowless,And I don't want it so.It's soulless,And I want to say hello,To let them know we have more in common then they think.Snowflakes should always fall to the ground in sync.